I started to learn éwé (dialect of sud Togo) in march 2001 for preparing an utopic trip to Togo. I was meeting a man from Togo and we were exchanging bons procédés: notions of french littérature in exchange for the éwé b-a-b-a.

I loved to learn éwé but after 3 months, I became angry with my teacher since he wasn't preparing anything whereas I was. He was just asking me: "what would you like to learn today?" We choosed the cafés under the Louvre (Carousel du Louvre) as a classroom but it smelled of paella.

When the spring came, we went to the Jardin des Tuileries.

The only phrase I do remember is:

"Mou lé dou molou" (je mange du riz).